That night after the teacher left the little child at the blackboard blinked his eyes and looked around and seen nobody around. "Finally, I can move. For a while there I thought I was figured out." The child moved about slowly for now he had to figure out why he was there in his old classroom. Could it be to be taught a lesson or to teach a lesson. He wrote something on the chalkboard for the children the next day. It went like this-- Listen to the teacher or you will end up here like me in school forever.
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The Lesson 3
The children all came to class early for some reason, but the teacher was not there yet, but the child was once again where he was yesterday, but with one change he was pointing to what he wrote on the blackboard, and they all read it together. They agreed and he slowly began to fade. Their teacher had many scrapbooks there and they found a picture of the boy. This child was a student of their teacher years ago but had to stay afterschool one day for not listening to the teacher. "Hey guys, I think we should start listening."
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth2 days ago in Fiction
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Eeek!
Oh, it is a scary tale of a student's consequences....and perhaps an unethical teacher, too....